In a dusty room, a sound was born, A beat from the past, weathered and worn. It spoke of dreams left in the haze, Of neon nights and brighter days. Forgotten echoes, they rise again, Through wires and circuits, they transcend. A father’s youth, a son’s new fire, A rhythm that won’t ever expire. Let the synth wave carry us high, Across the years, beyond the sky. Breaking the walls of greed and fear, The sound of change is drawing near. The hands of time can’t hold this sound, It shakes the earth, breaks the ground. In every heart, a spark remains, The rhythm flows through endless veins. Voices join, a growing tide, The pulse of hope we cannot hide. With every note, a bridge is made, The world reborn, the past replayed. Let the synth wave carry us high, Across the years, beyond the sky. Breaking the walls of greed and fear, The sound of change is drawing near. The beat goes on, the light will show, Through every soul, the rhythm flows. A timeless wave, a boundless stream, Music is more than just a dream.